"Not dead." It's punctuated by a little exhale that carries the promise of a grin, with or without the visuals to match.

Her foot slides forward, a tentative measure of her surroundings— or maybe just the floor it's all supported by. Who knew she'd be starting her day by slinking her way through a black hole?

"Toss up the IR overlay if you can. Might not be a bad idea to see what we can't pick up."